Sunday, March 11, 2012

HARD

They wear their hurt on their faces.
They hope you fear them so you can't see.
The wounded among all our races,
before I hurt them, they'll hurt me.

Just looking though his eyes I could tell
he's missing half a soul,
half a child hood,
half a life.

It must be sad going through your
whole life scarying people in to respecting
you, instead of actually earning it.

Temporary false respect.

People who are Hard are not fun to
live with.
Not fun to play with.
Not fun to talk to.

They wear their hurt on their faces.
They hope you fear them so you can't see.
The wounded among all our races,
before I hurt them, they'll hurt me.

I wish I could put them around kinder
people until it rubs off.
I wish they just go away.
I wish them even more hurt.
Then again... I wish them Zen.

Hard people are always alone.
Soft people are always with friends.

Hard  people are always paranoid.
Soft people always trust.

But Soft doesn't back me up in a crisis.
Hard does.

Soft doesn't lead well, Hard does.

I can't live my life, "Hard" all the time.
I need middle ground.

Thank you my God,
for not dealing me hurt cards.
I love it here in the middle.
I love life in the absents of...HARD.

5 comments:

  1. Live life like a reed. Not too hard that it eventually breaks and falls over or too soft that it sags and withers, but flexible enough that it can stand it's ground and yet bend/adapt with a strong wind. A Clark Kent who can become Superman when the need arises. Or a Hulk who can become Banner when brawn isn't enough.

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    1. So, there's basically no blood rushing to your brain and you keep spraying yourself in the face when making water? SHA-WEET! :p

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    2. I'm gonna find you, and kill you :P

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You are very kind :]